In the language of the heart, words sometimes spill over with unspoken longing. Two souls among a million finding each other in a fleeting glance. Who says my penned words go unheard? Whenever I write, they find their way into someone’s memory.
I know it’s long overdue to share this chapter, and for that, I offer my sincerest apology. The love you have shown me has never been forgotten. There were moments when the pen simply slipped from my hand and my emotions lay shattered—yet now, in the vibrant tapestry of recollections, I am ready once again to paint my feelings in color, because your anticipation and affection have breathed life back into my soul.
If you haven’t read the earlier parts, please pause and catch up now—our story’s boundaries were drawn there, and the magic begins anew here.
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Morning, outside the rehearsal hall
Ansh and Aarvi are preparing for the college dance competition, and something inside Ansh stirs differently. He can’t explain it himself, but each night before sleep, his thoughts drift to one particular smile…
Aarvi taps her foot impatiently. “Where have you been? You’re always late!” she teases, half exasperated, half playful.
Ansh blushes. “Excuse me,” he grins, “but you’re never on time, either.”
She softens. “I know—I got held up. Shall we go?”
He bows theatrically. “Yes, ma’am.”
Beneath the banter, his world is changing—Aarvi now occupies a space in his life he never knew existed.
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Mall shopping spree
“Madam, have you vanished again? We’ll never finish at this pace,” Ansh calls, amusement lacing his voice.
Aarvi glances back, laughter dancing in her eyes. “Lost you for a moment, Mr. Crybaby… but I’m here now.”
He feigns a dramatic sigh. Though tired, his heart glows with warmth. Today feels like a dream—laughter, radiant smiles, gentle teasing.
A wave of hidden joy rises in her chest; this day is special. She feels alive as never before. And the one person she wants by her side is Ansh.
Read the unspoken feelings—my words are but a humble reflection, she thinks.
After a pause, she asks, “Tired yet, Mr. Crybaby?”
He shakes his head, smiling softly. “I’ve never spent so long shopping… but with you, it’s perfect.”
A rosy blush warms her cheeks. “There’s still more to buy.”
He pretends shock. “Really?”
She giggles. “Just kidding—you’d’ve burst into tears otherwise!”
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At the café
They pause at a cozy café for snacks. Conversation dwindles, but countless emotions swirl within their hearts. Outside, there’s no rain—but inside Aarvi, the first drops of a gentle storm begin.
“Have you ever… liked someone? Fallen in love?” she asks softly, twisting a strap of her bag.
Ansh averts his gaze. “No… not really.”
His silence, heavy with unspoken words, hangs between them.
He’s shy, Aarvi thinks. But behind those calm eyes lies a world I long to explore. His simplicity draws me in, pulls me closer.
She recalls college boys who’d asked her out—attitude, style, charm—but none moved her like Ansh. He barely notices her, yet his shy glances and soft words bind her more than all the rest.
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Final reflections
Love is felt, not merely spoken. A proposal is but one form love takes; true emotion lies in the depth of shared glances. Saying it aloud is not easy, but it is the greatest act of courage.
Will Aarvi summon the strength to confess her heart’s secret?
Will Ansh perceive the warm ember glowing behind her gentle gaze?
I eagerly await your thoughts—please share your reactions in the comments. Your feelings mean the world to me, and I promise to return soon with another dose of heartfelt emotion.
